Luyện nghe bài hát The Heat

Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. Trackster production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, into science
rappin violence,
I'm a honerable tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy you could tell its from Jesus.
As good as Brief is,
with the force of a sorcerer, never put in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
your formula,
cause im a thesaurus of versus,
or its a chorus or when i smoke a forrest.
powers like Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
portable mp3 players let you whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not scared to a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me cause long as i got no I.D.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry pedeialite give um,
They it was hot so check the media hype.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat [aint no yall]
the heat [no turin back, im here

i recolect the era terra and recommendations
of the mic, respect a mack with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit harder an throwin at the Cahaba.
These days is the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an swaggin an drugs,
an the in tight pants an what happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the when i kick random rhymes,
you shut the fuck up like sinuses or pantomimes,
write a for you as if you a fan of mine,
i got you trippin off the way my grammar rhyme.
fixation on my is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the is elegant, throw like an elephant.
They shoulda um that i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the podium sense break on linoleum.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat. no escape yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im forever]

Coolin with the eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand niggas an fake bitches.
make me upset my stomach,
them killas come through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my coins but fly Goines a rat,
wit fly chicken tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know go,
you cant live here, word to the mamas a no.
by dons an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
Dont worry you a nigga, stay in that zone,
you to a rich, real rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got some nigga that do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America 3 bags of dope in black bags.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.